"Stan"- Dido and Eminem
And I wondered if what I did was worth
The future of my own.
Because I've come to realize
We differ,
Yet we carry the same bones
Of congeniality.
And I wrote my hands and fingers on a paper
That had no return address
And no words-
But a picture of broken
Pieces
Left to burn into
Hands
Fingers
And I sat at the corner store
Where the curb has the most rain water
On days where cars like to splash
On an empty spot
Where we used to sit.
It is empty
Because it is only me that sits there.
And I am nothing,
So, my mistake,
There is nothing there anymore.
And my fingernails became torn
From my fingers
And embedded itself onto the lined paper.
I should have painted it blue,
As that was your favorite color,
And maybe have given each their own memory.
"You are beautiful. "
"I won't ever leave you."
"You're the greatest person I met."
"I love you."
"I'd come running for you."
So, my mistake, to each their own lie.
To each their own fake
Sullen
Broken
Painted blue fingernail
And this does not mean that there will be something at the corner store on
Imogene Avenue,
But the fact that I do have a return address
And pencil prints on unlined paper.
And I have written on there one thousand words
Of three
No
Four letters.
I give
But I am not in it.
I run
But I don't expect to finish.
I love
But I don't expect to be loved.
And I sit here,
Six minutes after midnight
Waiting for something.
Maybe a train that will take me back to a future of my own.
And I have not done the one thing you've ever asked me
"Put yourself before others."
If I had,
I would be sitting at the curb on
Imogene Avenue.
YOU ARE READING
Pain Reliever
De Todo"Me? Well, I'm well. Well, I mean I'm in hell. Well, I still have my health- At least that's what they tell me If wellness is this, what in hell's name is sickness?"
